Ladies Of The Canyon

Trina wears her wampum beads
She fills her drawing book with line
Sewing lace on widow's weeds
And filigree on leaf and vine

Vine and leaf are filigree
And her coat's a second-hand one
Sewn in antique luxury
She is a lady of the canyon

Annie sits you down to eat
She always makes you welcome in
Cats and babies around her feet
And all are fat and none are thin

None are thin and all are fat
She may bake some brownies today
Saying you are welcome back
She is another canyon lady

Estrella, circus girl
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
Songs like tiny hammers hurled
At beveled mirrors in empty halls

Empty halls and beveled mirrors
Sailing seas and climbing banyans
Come out for a visit here
To be a lady of the canyon

Trina takes her paints and thread
And weaves a pattern all her own
Annie bakes her cakes and breads
And gathers flowers for her home

For her home she gathers flowers
And Estrella, dear companion
Colors up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyon

Coloring the sunshine hours
They are the ladies of the canyon